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Always quick to assume the worst of me and most times i let you. You say you want to be put first, that when it comes to work or family, you are always the latter priority. What you dont realise, is that i make you priority in everything else. That once you call my name, i run over to you, issues big or small, i drop everything and run to you all the same. But with you, I have to wait, until you finish your task at hand before I have a second of your time because you ‘didn’t liked to be distracted’. That I realise I couldn rely on you dropping everything, in small things, much less in situations that matter. How do I make you see the importance of family and work to me, if you have never been close to yours. That here i am making effort to try at tying knots at broken arrangements, and all I asked for was your help. That you insist i had not put you first but, I do that every single day. I learn something new in every relationship, and in this, to learn to put my pride down, to relent instead of rising to anger, and that there’s no way one can convince the other the importance of family/work or what matters to you. That they’d have to acknowledge and respect it. I’m always reminded to love myself, so here, where do I draw the line? How much sacrifice is too much sacrifice? How much love do I give, before I forget to care for myself? That’s the difference isn’t it, a relationship that learns to respect each other is something we should strive for. Respect is so important, but heavily undermined. Learning how and when to apologise, not to raise voice, or fists, learning how and when to give in, learning to understand what is important to your partner, and out of love, make it important to you too. That’s what being supportive is about, no?
Save your breath when you need to argue to get your point across. The person isn't interested in listening, she only wants to be heard. So don't waste your breath.
Lessons I've learnt #814
She promises me now i have her entirely and here I am still being a complete idiot being stuck in the past. What a bad habit. Let the past be with itself while I hammer down foundations and nail in my promises. I love this girl. I’ve seen myself make changes and turn moon phases backwards and forth, changed myself from rapid tides to calm waters Jesus walked on. I am wasting time fighting, making volcanoes erupt, only to suffer from lack of clarity from all the volcanic ash all around me. I always tell myself to pick my fights, but here I am sifting through this blindly, taking amber lights and assume them for reds. Instead of picking my fights, im picking at scabs and old wounds instead of picking apart my fight and find out what’s wrong with me, with us. I decided to rid all the fancy gestures and ask her in the rawest, truest way I know how. Red eyed, swollen and vulnerable, I don’t think anyone has gotten my heart so fragile even I was afraid of myself. So if we've already taken our first step, we are now one step closer to forever.
let me tell you one time I fell in love with you. you were reading the papers, and I lay next to you and there you sat in your skinny frame, frowning, appalled at the news while I sat there appalled at how beautiful you were. watch your eyes blink, counting each moment of your life and all I could think of was counting moments I'm with you, and making moments count with you.
I had three roses. my first rose, was too big, too much, too young, too much pen ink. too much thorns into my heart. there wasn much to say about her. my second rose, grew too firmly in the pot. but the bug of crossroads stretched us out on different maps. I couldn water her leaves from so far away. my third rose wanted to be downed with alcohol, brought to big parties with loud roaring screams of confused people that belonged to music that peddled the cultists behavior. The worm of lies and confusion grew too strong, so I broke the stem connecting her and I, and never looked back. I have one rose now. my fourth rose, she found me in the dark corners between the streets of give-up and nobody-wants-you-fool. If people tell you they have the willpower to climb everest, then that's the same strain of will that I want to keep her, unravel her thoughts, make her happier everyday. she is the prettiest flower I've ever seen, I want to keep this rose. don't take this rose from me.
Can I have your digits, please?
(this poem doesn't end here)
I, am a bucketful of Nos, an occassional Yes, and a pailful of No Risk Zones.
I, am a horrible combination to put on a safe. You will never remember what digits make me click. I cant tell you, because I didn't know either/better.
You, are a mindful of boggles. Embarked on that train of thought that never ends. Your mind is the perfect trail of infinities, I cannot wait to hop on.
You, make me believe in finding my digits to put on one safe. That if i give you those digits, i find my heart and bones perfectly intact. That your assurance, you love, are the digits i need.
You are the digits.
When I say I love you,
I mean I want to give you the whole world,
Bring you to the moon and love you till we asphyxiate
I mean, when you tell me to leave you alone,
I am staying here until the phases of the moon has run its course,
Till it morphs into something we don’t recognize.
When I say I love you,
I mean I want to take you on dinner dates,
And watch you twirl in your dress and see how constellations form in my eyes.
I mean you are beautiful and I want to make everyday rain candies and cats.
Just to see your eyes sparkle every single time.
When I say I love you,
I mean every fight feels like our last, like tearing up concrete.
It means Please Do Not Leave Me,
That if I am not conquering mountains of Let’s Find Unicorns with you,
I am falling into pits of Come Save Me.
I lose sight of everything. Everything but You.
today I walked to the train station, and I found my eyes peeled at faces, shoes
looking out for you
even though I know you’re miles away. hopeful.
come home soon, scabs are forming where I prick myself with knives of longing and nail marks are starting to cement themselves on the grounds of my palms, imprinted when I clench my fists, anxious when I don’t hear from you.
they ask me what it looks like
this is what I tell them.
about how you stir awake in your sleep, flip toward me, and snuggle right below my neck.
I slot my arm under your neck, pull you into me, kiss you on your forehead.
I see you slip, like ice cubes in warm hands, right back to sleep so easily.
and there it is, right there, that is my bliss.
I like to forget the things that upset me. I never like to remember them. But I remember us fighting. You were going to bed upset with me and me doing the same. I wake up the next day seeing that you've missed our morning texts. So I sat there, hair dripping and morning seconds ticking, I sat there and waited. One day we will have a bad fight. You will tell me I dont love you, I will throw my tear stained pillows at you. I will feel inadequate and sleep with the t shirt I haven't washed since you last wore it. I like constants. It scares me and sets me into anxiety when things become inconsistent. I am not flexible, I do not like change, I do not like things I do not understand, but I want to change that. I like that I've started that with you. I have everything to prove to you, and nothing to the world. I am not rushing to be anywhere, I just want to be here with you.
Don’t tell her, she doesn’t know this.
I never liked the idea of having people know me too well. I feel vulnerable if they know too much of what’s going on in my head. I talk a lot, I talk loudly, I make sense, but I dont say much.
I photograph things I find beautiful - the forage of leaves against the sweeping breeze, the crumpled smoke that leaves from between my teeth, you.
Independence was something I gave away along with my heart. that always made me worry about what that really makes me - reliant, dependent, weak.
I want to make her happy all the time. If I don’t, I cannot tell you how I want to bash whatever that made her upset, even if it’s me. I search my brain. Click CTRL-F. ravage wrought by claws through my brain to think of something, anything. If it’s a face I make that made my forehead wrinkle funny. Then I think, and think, even tho one day that face wouldn’t work anymore.
She tells me her likes, her dislikes. I fear that one day I might end up checking more dislikes boxes like the nurse asking you to fill up a form at the hospital and when you’re done, she takes a long look at it and goes ”yea, sorry, it’s incurable”. the same way she’d go “sorry i uhm, bye”
I know what i’ve walked into with you. I know how I will bend and break and implode with madness and insecurities but I know I believe that there is no way but up. and I’m not stopping.
She doesn’t know she makes me weak, dont tell her.
Bone bracelet by mistersfc
the only thing i have to say tonight
I had the perfect poem planned to write to you but i think im gna scratch that and give you a word vomit instead. I miss you so much i dont think ive missed anyone this much in the longest time. You make it so hard to leave you i dont understand what youre doing to me. I usually have feelings under control and i love being able to control things like caroline from vd but why cant i control this, i dont understand. i have so much i want to say but i cannot put them into words. i dont even know if the right words exist for the things i want to tell you that you make me feel. It’s like suddenly you took everything inside of me and scrambled everything up. I want to spend every waking moment with you and if you are not by my side i think I only come alive when your eyes meet mine and your fingertips touch my skin. The only way i want to see you be, is happy and i try every single thing, put in every ounce of effort and brains i have to think up ways to make you happy. you only deserve what’s perfect and i will not give you, i refuse to give you anything lesser than that. Words are not enough, the only way to show you my heart has lost control is to vomit my insides out just to bleed to death for you to see how you make me feel. So uncomfortable tonight, the only place i can find rest is in your arms.
I manage to look at her for three full seconds before she realises that i am staring at her. I don't know where else to look. In that three seconds, i see her hair fall across her face. I swipe it back up, tucking it behind her ear. I can feel the skin on her ear, so i trace it. I trace it from the start of the arch to the end of the lobe. Skin, i feel her skin. I manage to look at her for three full seconds before she realises that i am staring at her. I don't know where else to look. In that three seconds, her eyes, God I swear, her eyes. Pierces right thru and it stretches out the insides of you, like a balloon filled up with liquid as thick as blood You feel it looming, free falling and choking through the sky. You go, and go, and go and then, pop. I manage to look at her for three full seconds before she realises that i am staring at her. I don’t know where else to look. And I do not manage to look away in time. I almost let her catch me looking. In that three seconds, she leans in for a kiss. I tilt my head, and everything else inside of me, as if pouring them out, all into her lips. Her lips, her lips. In these 3 full seconds, I am staring her. Her lips, her eyes, her skin. There is nowhere else I want to look.”
Things I tell her on Sundays